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- So, that's the strategy then. Do we have an agreement?
The deep voice of a big, muscular-looking tiger came through the laptop's speakers, echoing through the spacious living room. Another voice followed, this time that of a bird woman with colourful feathers.
- Yes, I believe so. Thank you for everything. And thank you for the presentation, Miss Cortés. I'm looking forward to working together with you all.
Lara Cortés, the bat woman sitting in front of the laptop, forced her biggest business smile.
- Likewise. I'm glad I could be of assistance.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the tiger practically cut her off.
- Perfect, that's that then. I'll see you on Monday.
With another smile and a nod, the video call was over. Immediately, Lara slammed her laptop shut, leaned back onto her chair and let out a long sigh of exhaustion.
- Aaaaaaaaaaah... Gods, what a day.
She unbuttoned her black suit jacket, thinking about how absurd it was that she was forced to wear all black when meeting with this customer instead of her usual, more fashionable work clothes. She then tilted her head to the side and called out.
- Barley!
A few seconds later, the sound of a door opening could be heard, followed by the soft padding of paws walking through the hallway. Lara reached behind her and removed the band holding her long pink hair in a ponytail, letting it loose, as she turned to look at the adorable Labrador boy that had just walked into the living room.
- Y-yes, Mistress!
He stood in front of her in his butler outfit, complete with a pair of paw gloves. "Now, he can pull off wearing all black", she thought, smiling to herself.
- Right, Barley, I'm gonna need-
She cut herself off, taking note of how messy his clothes looked. His shirt seemed to have been pulled out of his suit pants, which also weren't zipped up properly, and his jacket wasn't buttoned all the way. She grinned, motioning him to come closer.
- Hmmm, what do we have here?
He took a step forward, nervously. Lara took hold of his right forearm and pulled his glove off, bringing his paw up to her face and giving it a quick sniff. His fingers were unmistakeably wet. Her grin got wider, showing off her sharp fangs, as she looked up at him.
- Has someone been playing with himself during work hours, hm?
Barley gulped.
- W-w-well, um, I just, I wasn't doing anything, and- I mean, I didn't have any... any tasks at the moment, and I thought-
Before he could say another word, she cut him off by leaning forward and pressing her lips against his, startling him into silence. He could do nothing but stand there and aggressively wag his tail, until she pulled back, smiling.
- Oh, it's waaaay too much fun to mess with you. You know it's alright, cutie. You were here when I called you and that's all that matters.
He nodded, a little out of breath, and nervously put his glove back on.
- In any case, I'm going to need a cup of tea, so boil some water, will you? And open the window. I'm getting cooked alive in these ridiculous clothes.
- R-right away, Mistress!
After opening the window and starting to walk in the direction of the kitchen, Lara interrupted him again.
- Oh, and after you're done, you're gonna get me out of this suit and give me a little massage, alright? It's been a long day.
- What? But I was-
She looked right into his eyes, giving him a fake innocent smile.
- You were?
- ... u-understood, Mistress!
He walked off again, and she laughed to herself. In truth, she was just toying with him, and if he had said anything she would have absolutely let him finish his business. But... was that his breath catching when she mentioned it? And his tail was definitely wagging. Surely he couldn't really be into... not being allowed to... could he?
---
- Mmmmmm, that's right...
The curtains were closed and the bedroom was mostly dark, save for a couple of scented candles. Lara was lying on her bed, wearing nothing but a pair of panties, lying face down. Her arms were stretched up and her hands were resting under her head, so the webbing of her wings was spread wide. Barley, on the other hand, was still wearing most of his clothes except for his jacket and gloves, sitting on top of one of her legs and thoroughly but very carefully rubbing her sides with both oil-covered paws.
- Okay, I think that's enough.
Barley nodded and slid off her, sitting and wagging.
- Did I do alright, Mistress?
- Oh, you did wonderful. Although...
She rolled over and sat up, looking at him and smiling.
- A-although?
- You were rubbing up against my leg, weren't you?
- Wha?! I- I was just-!
- Heh, maybe you hadn't realized it yourself. You've been pretty worked up for a while now, haven't you?
- ... well... a tiny bit, maybe...
- I bet you'd like to go to your room now and finish up, wouldn't you?
He sat there, looking down at the bedsheets, silent, his cheeks bright red.
- Well... I have a different proposal for you.
- Huh? A proposal?
She shuffled closer to him, placing one of her fingers on his belly and dragging one of her long fingernails up the front of his shirt and across his bright pink collar until it reached his chin, then tilted it up so he was forced to look at her in the eyes. Even sitting, their height difference was considerable. He shivered and blinked, quiet.
- You wouldn't happen to enjoy denial, would you?
He gulped. The room was totally quiet for a few seconds that seemed to stretch out into minutes, before he slowly and shyly nodded.
- I had a feeling. Well, I never did anything like this with Caitlyn, but... what do you say we set a little challenge for you?
- A ch-challenge...?
- Let's see how long you can hold out without playing with yourself. The rule is very simple: no masturbating until I give you explicit permission.
- And... how long would that be?
She grinned, showing her sharp fangs once more.
- We'll see.
An audible squeak involuntarily left Barley's throat, and Lara let out a small chuckle. Then she sat back, with a slightly more serious expression on her face, but still smiling, and moved her pink hair aside.
- Is that something you would like? We could also start with something like a day or two, if you think it's too much.
He shook his head, though the deep blush never left his cheeks for an instant.
- No, it's... it's actually way more exciting this way. Like, being completely at Mistress' mercy, and... and not being allowed, no matter how much I need it, or how much I beg, it's...
He lowered his head again, his tail wagging at full speed.
- I'll take that as a yes then, hm?
Once again, he nodded, more enthusiastically this time. She smiled and stretched her arms way up, spreading her wings and yawning.
- Perfect! Well, that's all for today then. You can go to your room now. And remember, no touching, got it?
- U-understood, Mistress.
She leaned down and pressed a small kiss on his forehead.
- Good boy.
---
Lara tapped away at her laptop, not paying much attention to anything around her. When she caught a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye, though, she took one of her earphones off and glanced in that direction, being met with a Labrador who was standing on a small stool, stretching up one of his arms to clean the top shelf. When he stepped down and turned around, his eyes quickly met Lara's.
- Oh, Mistress! Something wrong? Would you like some tea?
- No, no, I'm fine. I'm just thinking. Isn't it the third time you've cleaned the living room today?
- O-oh, is it?
He glanced around the room, nervously fidgeting with the piece of cloth in his paws.
- Sorry. I'm just, uh, trying to distract myself...
Lara let out a small laugh.
- Can't sit still, huh? Gods, you're adorable.
He looked away, flustered.
- It's! It's just difficult to, um! If I let my mind wander, I just. Yeah.
- Well, maybe I should be taking a break from work anyways. What do you say we watch a movie together?
- Ah! W-well, if you don't mind, Mistress, I would like that a lot, I think.
She reached down and took her other earphone off, then disconnected them from her laptop and put them away.
- Great. Well, do you have any recommendations?
- Oh! Oh! There's this new movie that's just come out and-
He suddenly went silent, the wagging of his tail stopping immediately.
- Yeah? Why not that one then?
- N-no, it's probably not a good idea.
- Why not? Too fancy? Too scary? I can handle whatever you throw at me, you know.
- No, it's not that. I've just kinda, um, heard that it has a few, er, spicy scenes, and it's kinda the last thing I need right now.
- Ooooooh. Heh, yeah, let's pick a different option then. Wanna look through our backlog?
He nodded and sat down by her side on the couch.
- Oh, and, uh, maybe later I could...?
- Nope. Not yet.
He let out a small sigh, nodded once more, and turned his attention to the laptop.
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- Baaaaaarleyyyyyyyyy.
She knocked three times, pretty hard, on the bathroom door. After a few seconds, the sound of running water abruptly stopped, and it was replaced by the wet slapping sound of paws on the floor, followed by the lock, and then the door, being opened.
- U-uh, something wrong, Mistress?
Barley was wearing nothing but his collar, and his fur was soaked and dripping. She stood with one hand on the doorframe and the other on her waist, giving him a scolding look, but smiling in an attempt to not seem too harsh.
- Do you know how long you've been in there, young man?
- Wha?
- It's been more than an hour. An hour and twenty minutes, if I'm not mistaken.
- ... o-oh.
He looked down, embarrassed.
- I'm, um, sorry, Mistress...
- Now, you know that's not usually a problem. However...
She grabbed his collar with one finger, grinning wider.
- I'm suuuure you haven't been having fun with the showerhead, am I correct?
- Oh, uh, well! Um- I was just-
- I hope you don't think you're being sneaky. Or do you want me to lock you up to make sure you don't get up to anything on your own?
Barley let out a high pitched sound, and quickly shook his head. She couldn't help but notice how fast his tail was waving, though.
- That's what I thought. Get dried up, cutie. The rest of us need to use the shower too.
- ... r-right away, Mistress.
---
It had been a long day of work. With Barley's help, Lara had taken off her clothes, which were neatly folded in her wardrobe, and was lying in bed wearing only her underwear. Barley was standing near her bedroom door.
- Okay, goodnight, Mistress!
- ... Barley?
- Yeah?
He turned his head, with his ears perked up.
- Think you could come back when you're done changing? I'd like you to sleep with me tonight.
- Oh! Um, of course, Mistress! I'll be right back.
He left the room, and sure enough, after a few short minutes, he came back wearing his loose pajamas. He smiled at his owner and slipped under the bedsheets, curling up with his back facing her. She didn't waste any time wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close to herself, squeezing him tight.
- Haaaaaah...
- Is everything okay, Mistress?
- Yeah. It's fine. I've just been... I don't know. I'll be okay.
- Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?
- Heh. Alright, you're a sharp one.
She slipped one of her hands under his shirt and softly stroked her belly fur.
- It's just, this whole denial thing has been a little hard on me. I'm so used to giving you and Cait everything you want, that when I have to say no to you, it makes me feel... kinda like I'm the villain here, you know?
- ... oh.
- And I know it's not fair at all, because I offered, and you're the one who has to actually endure it, and-
- Mistress.
She looked down, surprised. It wasn't like him to cut her off.
- ... yeah?
- It's not unfair. It's not like subs are the only ones who are allowed to be uncomfortable.
She squeezed him close to her body.
- Yeah. I guess you're right.
- Would it... maybe feel better if I assured you that I am enjoying it?
- You... you are, right?
- A lot. More than you seem to think. It's one of the hottest things we've done together.
- Really? You don't think I'm being too hard on you when I say no?
- You are, but I like that. I promise.
They both went quiet for a few seconds.
- And if it ever gets too much...
- I'll use my safeword. I promise that too.
Another pause, this time a little longer. Afterwards, she placed a small kiss on top of his head.
- Alright. Thank you, Barley. You're a sweetheart.
- Thank you for telling me about it, Mistress.
- Of course. But I think we should sleep now.
- Yeah, sounds good. Goodnight, Mistress.
- Goodnight.
---
- Here you go, Mistress.
- Very good. Thank you.
Barley placed the cup of tea in front of his owner on the dining table, then turned around and prepared to leave when a buzzing sensation from his crotch made his knees feel weak.
- A-ah!!
The buzzing stopped as quickly as it had started. He stood back up and turned around to look at Lara, who was smiling at him innocently.
- Whoops. My hand slipped.
He let out a high-pitched whine. A side effect of their last conversation, which Barley couldn't decide if it was good or bad, was that Lara seemed more emboldened than ever in her efforts to torture him. She made him wear his vibrator when walking around the house, but unlike their usual play, she didn't leave it on for any stretch of time, she turned it on and immediately off at random instead, so he could never quite get the thoughts of how badly he needed release off his head.
- Mistreeeeeess...
- What? I'm being pretty generous. You have no idea how much self control it took to not turn it on while you were in the kitchen, because I knew you were handling boiling water.
- Mistress, please, it's been a week... I need to... I need it...
- You just said it yourself, it's only been a week. People do this for an entire month, you know. Come on, I'm sure you can do it.
She took a small sip of her tea, then looked back to him with the same innocent smile.
- Anything else?
- ... n-no, Mistress...
He turned around and walked out of the living room, his knees shaking a bit. He had enough foresight to lean against the wall when walking, because sure enough, another quick buzz in the middle of the hallway almost made him fall over. An innocent-sounding voice echoed from the other side of the hallway:
- Whoops. My bad.
---
It had been two weeks. Two excruciatingly long weeks. For Barley, it felt like the longest two weeks of his entire life. He was sitting on Lara's lap, with his back against her, and his legs spread open. He was fully clothed, but didn't know how long that was going to last, as his owner's fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
- Look at you. I've barely even touched you and you're already shaking.
As she spoke into his ear, her voice was low and calm, with a slight hint of sadism. Barley, on the other hand, was trembling and holding tightly onto anything he could grab. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it open, then veeeeery slowly let her fingers trace from his collar, down his shoulder and chest, and very briefly brushing over his scars.
- M-m-m-mistress...
- What is it, Barley?
- I'm-nngh... please...
- Please what?
Though he couldn't tell if it was involuntary or not, his hips briefly pushed upwards a bit.
- Please... lower...
- Lower, hm?
She caressed her way down Barley's chest and belly fur, reaching the edge of his pants.
- You want me to touch you down here?
- Yes-yesyes-pleaseeeee...
With a small giggle, she slipped her fingers under his pants and underwear, softly brushing against his crotch fur. Barley desperately tried to keep his hips still... without much success, as they pushed forward again, but Lara's fingers instead moved to his thigh.
- Nuh-uh. You know you're not allowed to cum. And yet you still want me to touch you, huh?
- I- I just... please... Mistress...
She moved her head down and pressed a couple of small kisses on the side of his neck, right above his collar. When she spoke again, her warm breath tickled the fur of his neck.
- You're way too worked up. A little touch on the wrong place and you might accidentally... let go.
Her fingertips very, very slowly moved up his inner thigh, getting closer and closer. Her free hand grabbed one of his paws, which he instinctively squeezed tightly as their fingers locked together.
- O-oh Mistress don't- I'm gonna- I'mgonnaI'mgonna-
Suddenly, with a quick movement, she slipped her hand out of his pants. He gripped his other hand even tighter as he fought desperately to hold back his orgasm.
- Ah, ah, ah. Not today, cutie.
Slowly but surely, his breathing slowed down, beads of sweat dripping down from his forehead. He finally let go of his owner's hand, breathing heavily.
- Hah... haaaah...
- There's a good boy. You held it back, didn't you?
He nodded weakly, too exhausted to talk.
- Very good. You did really well, Barley.
She pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, and they both sat together for a few minutes, resting.
---
- Oh! Baaaarley!
The Labrador turned his head to the side. A lop eared white rabbit waved at him from across the road. He smiled, placed one of the bags he was carrying on the floor and waved back, then waited for her to cross the road and meet him.
- It's been a while since we met in person! Wow, your new uniform is pretty fancy, huh?
He looked down and chuckled.
- Haha, yeah, I suppose it is. You're still working at the café, aren't you, Angelica?
- Yep. Nothing new on my end. It pays well enough, I don't need much more than that. How about you? How's your job treating you?
- I told you about it last time we texted, right? That's still pretty much it, just household stuff. I'm on my way back from the grocery store now, actually.
- Oh, alright, cool! I won't keep you waiting then- wait, are you sure you're okay? Your knees are shaking.
- Hm? Oh, I- I guess so...
- You're sweating, too. Are those bags too heavy for you? Here, let me help you out.
- Wha- no, no, I'm fine, there's no need!
The bunny was having none of it, though, and she had already grabbed one of his bags.
- Don't be silly, you're clearly carrying too much. I'll take this one for you!
- ... w-well, alright. Thank you!
As they walked together back to Lara's apartment, she proved to be a welcome distraction, and Barley decided it wasn't worth trying to explain the real reason why his legs felt weak.